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WHERE: oliver’s place. WHO: @oliverhayde & alec.

He felt the moment Old Bessy kicked it, the engine making a noise that sounded suspiciously like a sigh of relief. He narrowed his eyes in betrayal at the dash as he tried to understand exactly where he’d messed up gauging exactly how much juice she had left in her.

Pulling over to the side of the highway before his van lost all her momentum, Alec tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, lips twisting to the side as he considered his next steps. There was a gas station a few miles down the road, he knew. He had twenty dollars to his name and the responsible thing to do would have been to walk the few miles and take care of his current situation.

The more instantly gratifying option was to head on over to Oliver’s-- current relationship status be damned-- and see what twenty dollars and a pretty smile could get him.

Patting the steering wheel lovingly, Alec decided that Bessy was a problem for Future Alec, and slid on his jacket. Oliver’s place was a straight shot-- a mile, give or take-- so with his hands stuffed into his pockets, he traced the route he’d traveled thousands of times before.

“Open up, dickhole!” Alec called twenty minutes later as he stood on the other side of the door. “It’s cold out here!”

#c: oliver #oliver2

im outside. After sending a text to Oliver, he leaned on what looked like palm tree as his head spun a little bit, his mouth tasted sweet, bitter and sour at the same time. He was not sure if this is what having fun tastes like. Oliver had promised him he would be having fun. For the first time in his life, he felt stupid being in a room with a bunch of people dancing through the loud pounding of the music and not knowing what to do. It was not his scene. At the back of his mind, he knew a night out was better than watching a bunch of chick flicks with Simone so, he just wanted to make this night work for him though. He was not sure how long he was leanign against the palm tree but the fresh breeze coming from the ocean seemed to clear his head a little bit. @olliepickard

#convo: oliver #oliver2 #when in rome

theonlygreenarrow said:

[pm] You are a bit young for my taste but I appreciate the compliment.

[pm] Oh my GOD It's all in good fun, Mr. Queen, just a silly joke honest.

#replies2 #oliver2

[mask pm] It was a real honor to work with you Batgirl, I'd love to do it again and if you need anything you know how and where to find me.

[mask pm] It’s an honor to hear you say that. Seriously.

#replies2 #masked2 #green arrow2 #oliver2

[mask pm] I hear you'll be accompanying Thunder and I on our mission to take down the Icarus dealing ring.

[mask pm] Oh my god, Green Arrow is in my inbox Okay, okay, be professional.

Yes, Oracle informed me I would be joining you. Do you have mission specs, or do we still need to do recon?

#ask2 #green arrow2 #masked2 #oliver2

Blinded by Nostalgia || Crown

He was attractive, seemingly intelligent, a more honest nature compared to her own. A boy. Yes, that was it. She fall in love with his face first. He was godly. And even she knew she shouldn’t worship false idols. Macey and Oliver’s love was one of a kind, it was special— as she liked to call it. Both of them did, and it really was. The attraction was insane. He was the only one who knew pretty much everything about her, just as she did him. But times have changed, lies were formed in a shape of a human being. She never meant for it to be like that. She wanted to have a little family with him- shit, even in her mind that sounded unbalanced. Who in his sane mind would want to have a baby at 16?! But.. she did. And it destroyed her. Macey didn’t want to admit the affect that a pretty boy would have on her. If she was stronger she would have been able to turn down Oliver’s flirt in first place.

It seemed that even years after she was at the exact same place. Pregnant. Really, the whole thing was very un-macey. But she had to go and tell him. She couldn’t keep lies to herself anymore. Last time in eaten her alive, and it still is. There isn’t a day passing by where the burden of her secret, lie, isn’t heaving on her. But there are worst things than lies, and that’s having your lies becoming rumors.

The street was empty, stirring silence. Macey cracked her neck, walked a step. The echo filling white washed halls. An early riser, she loved the light of an early sun, peering through bone white clouds, struggling, grasping to throw its rays to the ground. Most people slept, Macey observed. Through hangovers, come downs, Macey was still there, basking in the thin morning sun, observing, existing, breathing. She had no reasoning, just pure instinct. His house peeping at the end of the street. It has been years since the last time she was there. She had hoped to catch him alone, get in and get out. She wasn’t even sure it was Oliver’s but… it must be, right? She wasn’t having sex with anybody else as far as she knew, and although she barely remembers anything from that night— she remember him. His soft lips, his hard… she remember bits of it but nothing is really there. The alcohol took it all, and probably made it happen in first place. She stood for a couple of minutes infront of his door before finally muster the courage and knocked.

#oliver2 #that was so rambly omg #sry

Angina Pectoris || Daiver

It was clear at sight that Daisy wasn't okay. Hasn't been for a few years but once the news broke that her father is back looking for her, Daisy immediately sprang back to life from her hard core shell were she was hiding and has been for her enjoyment. It was a crooked, broken shell. Four walls Daisy never meant to be a captive in but she's slowly breaking it. Oliver... He had that... thing in him. That something special that makes Daisy shiver when she sees him at the distance. A scummy man. Fucked girls like a sailor after years at sea. For most time, she was certain she was one of them. After all, they just fucked. People have done that for centuries and millenniums. But it was clear, and if not for her, then to him, that he actually cared about her. She was invisible, nothing, ghost. A shadow passing through the foggy streets but not to him. He saw her, and he actually cared. Caring was never an emotion Daisy felt. She managed to press it to the back of her head. Every so often she would notice these bruises on people. Only metaphorically speaking, she saw they had scars in their soul and she liked it. she like that about people. People have empathy to each other, and she guessed that’s why they care and in that way she was different.

Daisy was doomed to stay at home. From the fear of seeing her father but also because her brother asked her to. Most days, Daisy wouldn't mind to be alone at home. Her mother was always at work, trying to make something out of her pathetic, one way life. Her brother... she didn't even knew what was going on with him nowadays. All she was left with was the small, boring conversations with people. Should she really do something? No, no. It's not like Oliver would come if she'd ask him to, right? He was a nice guy, but even he has his limits. Probably. She opened her phone and took a deep breath. She needed to do something. She was on the verge of insanity and had to talk to someone. She wrote down a message, as seductive as she could, hoping Oliver would respond. He will most likely decline, but at least she'd get to say she was having some actual contact with someone today.

"I'm home alone. Wanna come?"

#idk about the text #rly #also it's kinda long just shorten it when youre replying #oliver2